Spell it out |
Hold me like a piece of glass |
To rid the fear |
I need you here |
In the middle |
Take cupid's arrow out of my heart and heal its wounds |
Looking at the far away stars, reminded of my bleeding scars |
The memories come flooding back and suddenly I'm alone again |
Everyone has a twin. some are born with theirs while others find them in a best friend |
Everyone has a different fight. A different wound that keeps them bleeding. |